Full Disclosure

2 - A little hurt. A little comfort.

It was weird, in a way, how well everything seemed to go. Well, I'm the first three minutes at least. Smiling at the camera and playing off soft laughs at reading certain comments and questions. But at reading the numerous questions that grew and grew about sexualizing the younger male made things turn awakes quick. He tried pushing it off, knowing these people watched him perform explicit acts on screen, but having words directed to his eyes to see just...didn't feel right. It felt wrong.

So very very wrong.

It was clear tension in the room was growing as more and more questions focused on Jungkook rather than both men sitting there. Although, V couldn't seem more unbothered, lounging back against the couch with one leg crossed over his knee, arms lazily folded across his chest as his eyes stared at his nails every so often. Brown eyes didn't even bother reading the screen after the countless questions disregarding his presence.

Part of Jungkook felt bad for it, knowing the male was suppose to be included— knowing that this stream was suppose to familiarize V with the people who'd be watching him. But another part of him knew the other couldn't care less. His life didn't revolve around this job, he had clearly stated that.

"A-ah, no," Jungkook quickly shook his head after reading a question, holding his hands up in defense. "I'd...rather not discuss off camera things. Personal life stays personal."

At this, V's eyes flicked up to look at the screen, an annoyed scowl plastered on his face. He sat up briefly before he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and letting his arms fall limply i between his parted legs. "M'starting to think these people are more incompetent than I thought," he scoffed loudly, eyeing each question that popped up.

Jungkook's eyes widened, taken back by the words. His worried eyes flicked to Jimin and the people behind the camera, seeing the same shocked expression on their faces. V was suppose to be getting acquainted with the viewers. Not insulting them.

He reached over and set a hand on V's shoulder, a soft, forced chuckle leaving him. "Don't be too harsh."

V glanced at Jungkook and swatted his hand away, sitting up straight and pointing to the monitor. "C'mon, you agree with me, don't you? People acting like horny cows even knowing you aren't going to do anything during this stream. Not gonna kill them to keep their dicks in their pants."

Heat rose to Jungkook's cheeks and his eyes widened again, hand covering his mouth. Fucking hell, this man has no filter. He looked behind the camera and saw disapproval cross one of the owners face's, a man who had slipped in somewhere at the beginning of the stream. Jungkook paled and glanced back at V, a stern expression planting itself on his face.

"V, seriously. You can't expect to get any viewers with that attitude—"

"Good thing porn isn't about attitude," V stated bluntly. "It's not like you're a camboy. You never interact with them, so why does it matter. They sit at home watching random people screw all day, they couldn't care less about someone's personality, or how they act out of bed." He glanced over at Jungkook. "That's why they're call adult actors, Jeon."

Jungkook but back a frown as he sat up straight, brows lowering more in worry. "Maybe that's how home videos worked—"

"It's how any video works unless your income is based off you streaming live." V looked at the monitor again and squinted, pushing some hair from his face. "Oi— what right do you have to tell me to shut up? You paying my bills yet?" He glared at the screen before letting out a sarcastic laugh, leaning back in to the couch. "Yeah, thought so."

There was that arrogance. That not giving a fuck attitude Jungkook wished he had. Maybe then he'd be able to stick up to those shit owners who clearly fucked him over on a daily. Jungkook glanced down at his lap and fiddled with his fingers a little, moving his hands to grip the fabric of his pants. At least with V's raging attitude, Jungkook was no longer the center of attention. He could recollect himself, calm down, and pull on that facade he had spent months perfecting.